OK, I am not wishing any harm to come to Shelley and Cherry, but c’mon, we had some REAL TENSION building back at base camp…  Pink Mist, Howling wolves, the whole schmear… And this is all remedied by a “propane camp stove” and a cup of Tea?  Never mind that the chair she is sitting in along with the tent in the background (of which there must be two) is of the safari-quality canvas type that could only be brought in by a train of pack-mules, not stowed in the cargo hold of a little pontoon plane…

Love that Shelley still appears to be clutching her kerchief in her right hand while being waited on hand and foot…  That’s the spirit!  And never mind that Old Wes and is new best friend Mark are out there in Heaven knows what predicament…  “We might end up getting STUCK OUT HERE!  I may never get a signal on my phone ever again!  I will never again tweet!  Or find out if Kanye returns to Kim!”  The strategic head tilt in Panel two yields to the uncomely furrowed brow of panel three, as Shelley is now being driven to take off in search of help!